"The Flute was not at rehearsal, sir," said she, severely, "nor the Oboe, nor the Violoncello."英文原著 · 《A Woman-Hater》
Across the silver shimmering of flutes; A bassoon grunted, and an oboe wailed; The 'celli pizzicato-ed like great lutes, And mutterings of double basses trailed Away to silence, while loud harp-strings hailed Their thin, bright colours down in such a scatter They lost themselves amid the general clatter.英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
Suddenly, his attention became riveted on the stage. The atmosphere of the theatre had changed. Always quick at picking up "influences," Desmond instantly sensed a new mood in the throngs around him. A presence was in the theatre, an instinct-awakening, a material influence. The great audience was strangely hushed. The air was heavy with the tent of incense. The stringed instruments and oboes in the orchestra were wandering into rhythmic dropped,英文原著 · 《Okewood of the Secret Service》